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If ever there was the perfect concert to have your ostomy bag leak during, it would be at a Flaming Lips performance. Picture lots of glitter, color, sparkle, inflatable creatures and a lead singer wearing rainbow wings while riding a lit-up unicorn. Part psychedelic rock, part theatre, part performance art, The Flaming Lips don’t put on a typical show.

Among a sea of mostly twenty-eight year olds, many of whom were dressed in colorful costumes and probably high, (no judgement, it’s the perfect concert to be high at!), stood my partner and I, both 49 years old. We fit in just fine. I was dressed in black skinny jeans, Adidas, a colorful long tunic and sparkly necklace. The problem was, instead of eating magic mushrooms or smoking a joint before the show, I had decided to pound back an entire, GIANT grapefruit. Now, keep in mind that I have an ileostomy: the lower part of my small intestine – the ileum – has been surgically brought out through an opening in my abdominal wall (the opening is called a stoma). Visually, it kind of looks like I have a strawberry sitting on my tummy. Ron, as I like to call my ileum/stoma, spews out everything I eat into a bag. Usually food exits my body in liquid form and it is fairly simple to empty the bag into the toilet throughout the day. But, certain foods like grapefruits, get digested differently and they exit my body in a much thicker fashion. So, essentially I had a hideous traffic jam of very thick grapefruit trying to exit my ileum and make it down to the safety of my bag.

Fast forward to me touching my bag – I always check it a million times when I’m out of the house – and feeling wetness! My worse nightmare had come true – a bag leak in public! Sweet Jesus! Thankfully I always carry supplies with me wherever I go, so I made a mad dash to the ladies room. The bathroom had speakers so I was able to listen to the show as I struggled with my bag explosion. In the stall next to me was a young woman wearing a unicorn headband. She was in her stall for almost as long I was in my mine. I’m not sure what she was doing, but I’m pretty sure she was having more fun than I was.

The bag clips on to a sticky thing called a “flange,” which is what encircles my ileum. After doing a bag change I always lie down and apply light pressure with my hand to the flange and bag: the warmth of my hand helps to properly affix the flange to my skin. So I decided to half sit, half lie on one of the chairs in the lounge section of the bathroom – LOL. I watched as 28 year olds wearing faux ripped jeans, applied massive amounts of eyeliner and lip gloss. They looked so fresh and shiny and beautiful and for a moment I felt like crying out of envy. I’m sure I looked like a total weirdo, half lying on a chair, holding my mid-section. But thankfully no one bothered to ask why I was splayed out so strangely – they probably just thought I was tripping hard on psychedelics. So again, it was the perfect concert to be at.

We had to leave a little early because my tunic was wet and I was exhausted from the emotional drama of the experience. But before going I was lucky enough to see their lead singer Wayne Coyne, perform David Bowie’s song “Space Oddity,” while surfing the crowd in his giant clear ball. So thank you Flaming Lips for helping me to survive my first public bag leak. #unicornsandgrapefruits

Lately there has been a lot of talk about Gratitude, especially on Instagram. According to the eight million lifestyle gurus out there – who all seem to live surrounded by succulents, crystals and those white, fluffy IKEA bear rugs/throws – if we begin each day with our hearts full of gratitude, good things will come our way. Can we just please stop with this faux-spiritual crap? It’s enough already. Being grateful for what you have: loving friends, a roof over your head, food on the table, good health, a job – is hugely important. Those who are not grateful are basically just assholes. But the idea that gratitude is somehow an elixir that will allow light, beauty and positive experiences into our lives is a lie. The problem is that the truth just doesn’t sound as good, it’s not as hashtagable. The truth is that you can start your day full of gratitude – for your life and for everyone and everything in it – AND tremendously shitty things will still happen to you and your loved ones.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of gratitude as a magical potion. It is vaguely comforting, like drinking a glass of wine while swaddled in a velour blanket. And, full disclosure, I own three crystals – I bought them at one of those Witchy Woman type stores, the kind that offer workshops on making your own moon juice. I bought the crystals because I thought they were pretty to look at, although I tried to tell myself that I was buying them for their healing properties. They sit next to my succulents, which are the only plants I can seem to keep alive. But as someone with cancer, I find the whole Gratitude Movement annoying and kind of insulting. The truth is that no matter how much gratitude you bathe yourself in, life is completely random, some of it is just plain horrible and much of it is out of our control. Yet, in many ways this truth is magical. Because in all of its harshness it quickly simplifies things. The shades of grey disappear and POUF! life becomes more starkly black and white – it can be freeing. You become a better editor of your life. For me, these editor conversations sound something like this:

Do I want to spend my evening with a woman who will only talk about herself for three hours? No, no I don’t.

Do I want to go to a party when I’m not feeling well just because I’m expected to go? Nope.

Do I want to make sure that my partner and I travel somewhere wonderful this summer while I am still healthy-ish? Hell yes!

That said, I think we should all use whatever tools and whatever bag of tricks we have to help us move through life with as much ease as possible. And I definitely think that gratitude is essential. Also, it’s entirely possible that I’m just envious of all those who truly believe in the Gratitude-Crystals-Succulents-IKEA Bear Rug/Throw Religion. I think I secretly want to be one of them. But I just can’t. I like the look, I like the idea of it, but I just don’t buy it. #butistillwantoneofthoseIKEAbearrugs